My Surgaku Key Betting Wife

Husband Pompous.

Finishing his fate, Faris came out. Looks like this man is more fresh and also his frustration has subsided, maybe because he has poured his body with water.

Faris walked with a towel wrapped around her waist that was a six pack of one small towel in her hand, in order to dry her hair.

His gaze turned to the mattress, which already had its clothes on the bed, who else prepared it if not the woman he had just hurt, but Faris as if amnesia, he said, not at all guilty of hurting his wife, even casually he was wearing the clothes.

When he finished, he was curious about the figure of Nabil who was no longer visible in the room, his gaze circulated to every room and corner, but he still did not see Nabil.

While Nabil who went down to the kitchen to take food for, Faris, at this time still can not forget Faris' cruel attitude, he still vented the pain in his heart by crying himself in the kitchen.

"Yes Allah ... What exactly is your plan, why is the husband of the servant so cruel and rebellious, strengthen the servant O Allah!" inner Nabil screamed, his hands squeezing the strong clothes right on his chest.

Nabil only uses a short hijab and does not wear Niqab, because there is no man in the house.

A little relieved, he took a tray and put food on it. After that, the 21-year-old woman immediately stepped into the elevator, in order to get to her destination room.

Nabil grimaced, when he felt pain in his stomach, he also felt a little weak, because today he fasted. Nabil always observed the Sunnah on Monday and Thursday.

When Nabil opened, he only gulped a little water, because he wanted to wait for his husband to eat together.

With little distress, Nabil opened the gray door, taking a deep breath, neutralizing himself to be ready to see the man who was her husband.

Chequek...

The door opened, and to Nabil's surprise, the man who had just insisted on being rude was standing right behind the door.

"Ma-mas Faris, why are you here?" nabil asked, his voice still sounded a little hoarse, his eyes were still puffy, had been confirmed if he had just cried.

Not his pity, Faris instead ignored Nabil, he turned around while saying "It's none of your business!" hardik Faris, Nabil again had to take his breath to calm himself, so as not to let out tears.

"Eat first, Mas!" bring Nabil. After arranging all the food on the table, which was in the room in Faris' room.

Nabil doesn't know if Faris is standing right behind the door because he wants to go out to find himself, because he's afraid of anything happening

in women who are often called strange women, even though it's all just because of grandfather.

"Never sit there, for I will not eat with you!" faris' scorn makes Nabil sad again.

Actually what is her status, a wife what is a servant.

His knees had started to tremble for too long holding back the hunger, nothing had gone into his stomach from this morning.

However, Nabil still tried to serve Faris, pouring rice and also side dishes that he cooked himself by asking the recipe to the maid and also his ummi.

Faris was only indifferent, as if he was reluctant to look at his wife who was standing next to him.

Faris started scooping, and it was now that Nabil's heart was racing, this was the first time he had cooked himself for Faris, even though he had also prepared breakfast this morning, but not at all eaten by Faris.

As the spoon was directed into Faris' mouth, Nabil was as though he were clenched to speak.

Brruuu....

Only a spoonful of Faris stuffed the rice and side dishes into her mouth, but she immediately regurgitated them.

"What food is this, huh!"

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~Connected